Starlight in her hair, Sunshine upon her fingertips, And syrup on her lips. Perfection is cold, and yet she is warmer than every hearth on earth. Sapphire eyes, electric soul. She's neither sun, or moon, or stars. She is all the sky above.
If you bloom as a flower I will be your horticulturist If you shine as a moon I will become a twilight If you take me in your arms I will be your heartbeat If you need fresh air I will be the fragrance If you ask to be loved I will be your lover